Points Behind Bars - Dustin Vado
It is the point of five,
The tip of the spear,
The sharp of the heart,
And crown of liberty
That reflects my true form: white and black
Like prison garb
Keeping birds caged
And free of abstraction.
I put my hand to my heart
When I look at it
Unfurled in smoke,
Together in bondage
To idealism and desire for format
Without structure
Or judgement of the source
Of regrets hanging
With the air.
It is the point of five,
The sword of justice
Raised in salute to right
On the pile of wrongs assembled in preparation
For burial
In unmarked ditches.
It is the bars of 13
That wrap themselves
Around in defense of the points
five
Ensuring the blade of righteousness
Safe passage
To hearts without.
It is the bars of 13
That confuse
Those with no microwaves
Or bars to embrace their sheep
And protect them from robots.
In a platoon of fifty,
The points stand rigid for battle.
Without face to hang a beard
Or eyes to cry tears
For the wrongs piled to the right
Or the creaking wisdom
Of infinite night.
Death wrapped in bars, my hand on my heart.
The tip of the spear,
The sharp of the heart,
And crown of liberty
That reflects my true form: white and black
Like prison garb
Keeping birds caged
And free of abstraction.
I put my hand to my heart
When I look at it
Unfurled in smoke,
Together in bondage
To idealism and desire for format
Without structure
Or judgement of the source
Of regrets hanging
With the air.
It is the point of five,
The sword of justice
Raised in salute to right
On the pile of wrongs assembled in preparation
For burial
In unmarked ditches.
It is the bars of 13
That wrap themselves
Around in defense of the points
five
Ensuring the blade of righteousness
Safe passage
To hearts without.
It is the bars of 13
That confuse
Those with no microwaves
Or bars to embrace their sheep
And protect them from robots.
In a platoon of fifty,
The points stand rigid for battle.
Without face to hang a beard
Or eyes to cry tears
For the wrongs piled to the right
Or the creaking wisdom
Of infinite night.
Death wrapped in bars, my hand on my heart.